Title: Alone, I Fear
Author: Sita
Summary: What would happen if Buffy awoke to a world where she wasn't the Slayer, yet still had the memories of being one, and her life in SunnyD. What would she do, and how far would she go in order to get her old life back? B/S
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Post-7.5 "Selfless" (Doesn't really have anything to do with the episode though)
Disclaimer: You think some guy named Joss Whedon owns Buffy?! Psssht! Yeah right! *sigh* Well...okay he does but I can pretend can't I? Or maybe I could just borrow Spike? (Oh, hehehe, forgot to mention, I own Prissy.)
Can't find where I am
Lying here
Alone I fear
Afraid of the dark
No one to claim
Alone again
~Avirl Lavigne
Chapter Six: So Deadly
It's so deadly my dear
The power of wanting you near
Until the day
Until the world falls away
Until you say there'll be no more goodbyes
I see it in your eyes
Tomorrow never dies
~Sheryl Crow
"Spike come back. Please." Her voice was weak as she said those few words. Her head hung low, and tears still making their way down her cheeks. Did she love him?
She didn't even know the answer to that question.
How could you NOT know if you love someone? She knew when she loved Angel. She knew she didn't love Riley. But, right now she really needed a shoulder to cry on. Someone to lean on. Someone who remembered her. Even if those memories were fragmented.
Standing up, she started to make her way out of the graveyard. She didn't know where she was going. But, somewhere would be nice. Maybe someplace quiet.
She just wished she was home. God, how she missed home!
Head hung low, she didn't realize when she collided with someone. That someone having a familiar face. That someone was Anya.
"Sorry B-Miss." Anya said, slightly tripping over her words. Was she about to say Buffy?
"Anya?" Buffy asked. Her features a mixture of hope and fear.
"Do I know you?" Anya kept her head down as she asked this. One hand fiddling with the zipper on her jacket.
"Anya. Do you know who I am? Please." Buffy felt more tears beginning to surface, but she expertly pushed them back, hoping Anya would utter one little word: yes.
"No. Sorry. Uh, see you around!" Anya hurried off, almost tripping over her high-heeled boots as she did so, since she was moving so fast.
"Anya!" Buffy yelled after her. But, the brunette continued to hurry off, not even stopping to look back.
Buffy watched Anya's back as she retreated, wondering if the brunette DID know something. Why make such a hasty retreat if she didn't?
And, making a quick decision, the blonde ran off in search of Prissy's house.
****
The trip to Prissy's house was by far much faster by car than by feet, especially without Slayer powers, but Buffy made it there within a good fifteen minutes. Knocking on the door, hoping someone was still up. For, it was already way past one a.m.
Thankfully, she was. And, the redhead opened the door, still decked out in the clothes she was wearing earlier.
"Buffy." Prissy said calmly. "You decided to come back?"
"Yes. Can I come in?" Buffy asked, her impatience showing on her face.
The redhead stepped aside, and the blonde made her way inside the house. Yet, she grimaced when she realized everyone, minus Spike and Anya, was there.
"Oh, yeah it's the weird psycho girl." Buffy heard Dawn whisper to Xander, and she felt tears prickling behind her eyes.
"Dawn!" Prissy said. "Please go to your room. NOW."
The teen looked angry, but rolled her eyes, making sure her feet hit the ground loudly as she made her way up the wood steps.
"So, you must be err-Buffy, is it?" Giles took a step forward, towards her, his hand extended.
Buffy took his hand, shaking it, yet feeling awkward while doing so.
"Giles." Buffy said quietly, in greeting.
"You know my name, then?" He said.
"I know all of your names." She said quietly.
"I see." Giles said, taking off his glasses and starting to clean them.
"Priscilla-"
"Prissy!" Prissy shouted from behind Giles, cutting him off. "Never call me Priscilla again!" Her voice held a playful tone to it, though.
"Prissy," Giles corrected himself. "Said you had a, well a, outburst, earlier saying she stole your life. And, we were all your friends. Or something of that nature." Giles took a seat on the couch, placing himself next to Willow.
Buffy looked down, embarrassed. But, quickly regained her courage, looking up at Giles. "From what I remember--that's how it seems. I know so much about you all, besides Prissy, down to Willow's allergies to morning-glories. You all were my best friends until I woke up a few days ago. And, it's like everything switched so Prissy had my life. I always thought, how would it be to have a normal life, not being the Slayer? But, now I know what I've earned from being the Slayer. And, I've lost it all." She sighed, sitting down in a lone rocking chair, in the corner of the room. "The only person, well un-person who seems to kinda remember me is Spike. And, Anya MIGHT remember me. She was acting all weird around me a little bit ago."
Nobody seemed to know what to say, as everyone in the room stared at Buffy. And, her eyes met the ground, uncomfortably. Everyone sitting in uncomfortable silence.
Yet, Buffy finally broke the silence. "I know you don't believe me. Any of you. If you want me to leave-"
"No. Stay." Giles said, standing up and starting to pace the length of the room. "What your saying is very peculiar, I nor anyone in the room seems to remember what you SAY you remember. I'm really not sure whether to believe you or not. But, you say Spike out of all people, or demons in his case, remembers you?"
"He KINDA remembers me. Where I'm from he's good. And, he, well he loves me." She sighed, her head snapping up when she heard laughter coming from beside her. She looked up to find Xander near hysterics. Who else? "You know, it's not funny. It really isn't. He's done so much where I'm from. He even got a soul for me. So just--please stop laughing."
"It's not helping the matter any." Giles pitched in, sending a fatherly glare Xander's way.
The brunette immediately shut up, mumbling, "Well it was funny."
Suddenly, a loud crash was heard from outside, a window shattering in the process. "Slayer!" A vampire roared from outside.
"Shit. Do you know how expensive repairs can be on these windows?" She hissed.
"That's why you have me!" Xander pitched in, but no one seemed to notice him as Prissy marched outside. Everyone followed suit, ready to fight whatever had come for Prissy. Even Buffy followed.
And, not much to Buffy's surprise, there behind around five minions, stood Spike and his beloved Drusilla, wrapped in his embrace. An evil smirk planted on his features. That is, until he saw Buffy.
"ARE YOU FUCKING EVERYWHERE?!" He yelled, his vampiric features melting away.
Prissy looked to her right, her eyes fixated on Buffy, "Is this the Spike you were talking about?"
Buffy ignored Prissy's question, as she marched past everyone, even the minions, coming face to face with Spike, a small smile on her face. "Bite me." She exposed her neck.
"What kind of psycho game are you playing Buffy?!" Prissy yelled, starting to charge towards Buffy.
"Stay there." Buffy said, looking over at Prissy. "Trust me."
The redhead looked at her friends, but obeyed Buffy, everyone watching Buffy, as Prissy quickly staked the minions, who were not getting orders from their masters. Luckily, they weren't well trained and didn't put up much of a fight.
"Bite me." Buffy repeated to Spike, pulling more of her golden locks out of the way.
Spike looked at her neck, licking his lips. But, before he bit down he realized he couldn't do it. Those stupid fucking feelings! Where the hell were they coming from?
Buffy's intention was to prove her point. Prove that Spike remembered something about her. That he wouldn't bite her.
But, what she didn't expect was him to pull her in for an aggressive and hungry kiss. And, that's exactly what he did, and unconsciously Buffy responded. The Scooby Gang behind her, watching with mouths agape.
TBC....
AN: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I've been sick which makes the upadating harder, unfortunately. Well, anyway, PLEASE REVIEW!
Author: Sita
Summary: What would happen if Buffy awoke to a world where she wasn't the Slayer, yet still had the memories of being one, and her life in SunnyD. What would she do, and how far would she go in order to get her old life back? B/S
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Post-7.5 "Selfless" (Doesn't really have anything to do with the episode though)
Disclaimer: You think some guy named Joss Whedon owns Buffy?! Psssht! Yeah right! *sigh* Well...okay he does but I can pretend can't I? Or maybe I could just borrow Spike? (Oh, hehehe, forgot to mention, I own Prissy.)
Can't find where I am
Lying here
Alone I fear
Afraid of the dark
No one to claim
Alone again
~Avirl Lavigne
Chapter Six: So Deadly
It's so deadly my dear
The power of wanting you near
Until the day
Until the world falls away
Until you say there'll be no more goodbyes
I see it in your eyes
Tomorrow never dies
~Sheryl Crow
"Spike come back. Please." Her voice was weak as she said those few words. Her head hung low, and tears still making their way down her cheeks. Did she love him?
She didn't even know the answer to that question.
How could you NOT know if you love someone? She knew when she loved Angel. She knew she didn't love Riley. But, right now she really needed a shoulder to cry on. Someone to lean on. Someone who remembered her. Even if those memories were fragmented.
Standing up, she started to make her way out of the graveyard. She didn't know where she was going. But, somewhere would be nice. Maybe someplace quiet.
She just wished she was home. God, how she missed home!
Head hung low, she didn't realize when she collided with someone. That someone having a familiar face. That someone was Anya.
"Sorry B-Miss." Anya said, slightly tripping over her words. Was she about to say Buffy?
"Anya?" Buffy asked. Her features a mixture of hope and fear.
"Do I know you?" Anya kept her head down as she asked this. One hand fiddling with the zipper on her jacket.
"Anya. Do you know who I am? Please." Buffy felt more tears beginning to surface, but she expertly pushed them back, hoping Anya would utter one little word: yes.
"No. Sorry. Uh, see you around!" Anya hurried off, almost tripping over her high-heeled boots as she did so, since she was moving so fast.
"Anya!" Buffy yelled after her. But, the brunette continued to hurry off, not even stopping to look back.
Buffy watched Anya's back as she retreated, wondering if the brunette DID know something. Why make such a hasty retreat if she didn't?
And, making a quick decision, the blonde ran off in search of Prissy's house.
****
The trip to Prissy's house was by far much faster by car than by feet, especially without Slayer powers, but Buffy made it there within a good fifteen minutes. Knocking on the door, hoping someone was still up. For, it was already way past one a.m.
Thankfully, she was. And, the redhead opened the door, still decked out in the clothes she was wearing earlier.
"Buffy." Prissy said calmly. "You decided to come back?"
"Yes. Can I come in?" Buffy asked, her impatience showing on her face.
The redhead stepped aside, and the blonde made her way inside the house. Yet, she grimaced when she realized everyone, minus Spike and Anya, was there.
"Oh, yeah it's the weird psycho girl." Buffy heard Dawn whisper to Xander, and she felt tears prickling behind her eyes.
"Dawn!" Prissy said. "Please go to your room. NOW."
The teen looked angry, but rolled her eyes, making sure her feet hit the ground loudly as she made her way up the wood steps.
"So, you must be err-Buffy, is it?" Giles took a step forward, towards her, his hand extended.
Buffy took his hand, shaking it, yet feeling awkward while doing so.
"Giles." Buffy said quietly, in greeting.
"You know my name, then?" He said.
"I know all of your names." She said quietly.
"I see." Giles said, taking off his glasses and starting to clean them.
"Priscilla-"
"Prissy!" Prissy shouted from behind Giles, cutting him off. "Never call me Priscilla again!" Her voice held a playful tone to it, though.
"Prissy," Giles corrected himself. "Said you had a, well a, outburst, earlier saying she stole your life. And, we were all your friends. Or something of that nature." Giles took a seat on the couch, placing himself next to Willow.
Buffy looked down, embarrassed. But, quickly regained her courage, looking up at Giles. "From what I remember--that's how it seems. I know so much about you all, besides Prissy, down to Willow's allergies to morning-glories. You all were my best friends until I woke up a few days ago. And, it's like everything switched so Prissy had my life. I always thought, how would it be to have a normal life, not being the Slayer? But, now I know what I've earned from being the Slayer. And, I've lost it all." She sighed, sitting down in a lone rocking chair, in the corner of the room. "The only person, well un-person who seems to kinda remember me is Spike. And, Anya MIGHT remember me. She was acting all weird around me a little bit ago."
Nobody seemed to know what to say, as everyone in the room stared at Buffy. And, her eyes met the ground, uncomfortably. Everyone sitting in uncomfortable silence.
Yet, Buffy finally broke the silence. "I know you don't believe me. Any of you. If you want me to leave-"
"No. Stay." Giles said, standing up and starting to pace the length of the room. "What your saying is very peculiar, I nor anyone in the room seems to remember what you SAY you remember. I'm really not sure whether to believe you or not. But, you say Spike out of all people, or demons in his case, remembers you?"
"He KINDA remembers me. Where I'm from he's good. And, he, well he loves me." She sighed, her head snapping up when she heard laughter coming from beside her. She looked up to find Xander near hysterics. Who else? "You know, it's not funny. It really isn't. He's done so much where I'm from. He even got a soul for me. So just--please stop laughing."
"It's not helping the matter any." Giles pitched in, sending a fatherly glare Xander's way.
The brunette immediately shut up, mumbling, "Well it was funny."
Suddenly, a loud crash was heard from outside, a window shattering in the process. "Slayer!" A vampire roared from outside.
"Shit. Do you know how expensive repairs can be on these windows?" She hissed.
"That's why you have me!" Xander pitched in, but no one seemed to notice him as Prissy marched outside. Everyone followed suit, ready to fight whatever had come for Prissy. Even Buffy followed.
And, not much to Buffy's surprise, there behind around five minions, stood Spike and his beloved Drusilla, wrapped in his embrace. An evil smirk planted on his features. That is, until he saw Buffy.
"ARE YOU FUCKING EVERYWHERE?!" He yelled, his vampiric features melting away.
Prissy looked to her right, her eyes fixated on Buffy, "Is this the Spike you were talking about?"
Buffy ignored Prissy's question, as she marched past everyone, even the minions, coming face to face with Spike, a small smile on her face. "Bite me." She exposed her neck.
"What kind of psycho game are you playing Buffy?!" Prissy yelled, starting to charge towards Buffy.
"Stay there." Buffy said, looking over at Prissy. "Trust me."
The redhead looked at her friends, but obeyed Buffy, everyone watching Buffy, as Prissy quickly staked the minions, who were not getting orders from their masters. Luckily, they weren't well trained and didn't put up much of a fight.
"Bite me." Buffy repeated to Spike, pulling more of her golden locks out of the way.
Spike looked at her neck, licking his lips. But, before he bit down he realized he couldn't do it. Those stupid fucking feelings! Where the hell were they coming from?
Buffy's intention was to prove her point. Prove that Spike remembered something about her. That he wouldn't bite her.
But, what she didn't expect was him to pull her in for an aggressive and hungry kiss. And, that's exactly what he did, and unconsciously Buffy responded. The Scooby Gang behind her, watching with mouths agape.
TBC....
AN: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I've been sick which makes the upadating harder, unfortunately. Well, anyway, PLEASE REVIEW!